Tap, tap, tap.

Tap, tap, tap.

Levi didn't know if he wanted the whole building to collapse or if he wanted to get up and fix the dripping issues of the HQ. Very few people still remained in it after Wall Maria was fixed and it was a hard job to maintain a whole fort up and running when he seemed to be the only one who actually cared about such things.

He sat there in the mess hall as if the tapping of the rain could overshadow his thoughts. He wanted to kill Zeke Yeager, he wanted to kill Zeke Yeager. The memory alone of how the blonde man escaped him just barely made him tighten his fingers into a fist, as if he could picture Zeke in front of him as he delivered punch after punch. Oh, no, Zeke wouldn't have a quick death, he didn't deserve it.

But instead of enacting on his revenge, instead of delivering justice, he got up from his seat and walked through the hallways of the nearly-abandoned fort. Buckets, spilled water, more buckets. Not a sight he liked, not a sight he enjoyed, it was too messy for his liking.

And he stopped in front of your door. He didn't know why he was there, he didn't know if he should've knocked or said your name.

He ended up doing both, lifting his right hand to rasp against the wood. "{{user}}."